Love and Family: Tirion Fordring's Frustration

"No, this shouldn't be happening. Something must be wrong."

Anxu Yili, angrily waving his hands and shouting:

"Tirion Fordring, this shouldn't be your decision. You should write a letter to persuade Taelan Fordring to break away from the Evil Scarlet Crusade and become a hero, a good man."

"The Evil Scarlet Crusade? What are you talking about, my dear old friend?"

Tirion Fordring showed ample respect for this Persistence Emperor had persisted for three years, patiently advising him. "You need to learn to see the world with your own eyes. The Scarlet Crusade is not Evil, especially from the perspective of the Alliance. Well, perhaps you've heard some things from the Argent Dawn."

The Argent Dawn and the Scarlet Crusade slander each other, an open secret in the Eastern and Western Plaguelands. The Scarlet Crusade mocks the Argent Dawn for being cowardly and afraid to fight the Scourge, Argent Dawn accuses the Scarlet Crusade of being an Evil organization that indiscriminately slaughters innocent people.

Robbie had only been there a few days, but he already felt the tense atmosphere between the two sides. The reason was nothing more than a conflict of interests.

"No, no, the Scarlet Crusade is Evil, without a doubt. They are fanatical, foolish, and extreme, they..." Anxu Yili, struggling for a long time, trying to name the specific evil deeds the Scarlet Crusade had committed. "They hunted down the Undead."

"Well, hunting the Undead is Evil." Tirion Fordring laughed heartily.

Anxu Yili, clutching his hair furiously, trying to recall something, "Yes, that's right, the Scarlet Crusade is at odds with the Horde, yes, at odds with the Horde, that's unforgivable."

"The Alliance is also at odds with the Horde; by that standard, the entire Alliance should be hanged," Tirion Fordring mocked relentlessly. "You should be the first to commit suicide, Dwarf."

Anxu Yili, speechless with rage, slamming his fist on the table. "Tirion Fordring, this isn't the result I wanted! Three years! I've persisted for three whole years! I'm practically vomiting from killing maggots! What for? What for? Tirion Fordring, you have to give me an explanation!"

Tirion Fordring took out his pipe, lit the tobacco, and exhaled smoke, saying:

"Dwarf, I don't know what you're thinking, but my son Taelan Fordring is a high Highlord in the Scarlet Crusade. He's well-paid, gets year-end bonuses, has regular holidays, and is always surrounded by a retinue when he goes out. Isn't that much better than you adventurers who live hand to mouth? I'm proud of him."

The Dwarf stared in disbelief, as if seeing Tirion Fordring for the first time. He flew into a rage, roaring, "Tirion Fordring, you have betrayed honor! You have forgotten the Holy Light! No, something must be wrong! This is not the world I wanted! There is something wrong with this world!"

Five adventurers rushed out and dragged the raging Dwarf away.

Tirion Fordring smiled apologetically at Robbie: "Your Excellency, I'm sorry to have made you laugh. I'm just a poor, deceived wretch. Although the Argent Dawn has accomplished nothing in combating the Undead, their propaganda campaign has been very effective. It's all the work of those Peace Doves."

The Peace Dove? Robbie frowned inwardly. Impressive. At this point in time, the Peace Dove had already taken control of the Argent Dawn.

"Where were we?" Tirion Fordring lowered his head and thought for a moment. "Gul'dan needs an ally, a chosen one who understands the Holy Light. So, out of mutual goodwill, may I propose some conditions?"

"Of course." Robbie gestured for people to make themselves at home.

Tirion Fordring exhaled a smoke ring. "I have my own inherited power and have no interest in the power of the Dark Titans. The Lich King is a big problem. If Gul'dan could help me solve it..."

"If our cooperation is based on this premise," Robbie hesitated, displaying the caution expected of an envoy, "It's a matter of great importance, and I need to discuss it with Lord Gul'dan."

"There's one more question," Tirion Fordring leaned forward and asked seriously.

"I wonder what Lord Gul'dan thinks of his people in Orgrimmar. You see, back then, Lord Gul'dan abandoned his own kind, leading Half-Orcs his orc soldiers to sea to search for the Tomb of Sargeras, which led to the Orcs' defeat. Isn't that a kind of betrayal?"

Tirion Fordring raised a very difficult problem.

If Gul'dan were to return from the Tomb of Sargeras, how would Thrall and the Orgrimmar Orcs view these former the Betrayer?

Robbie laughed and waved his hand vigorously, saying, "Tirion Fordring, you don't need to worry. Before overwhelming power, all glory is insignificant. To refuse is to die."

Tirion Fordring frowned, clearly dissatisfied with Robbie's answer, "In my impression, Orcs are a race that values honor."

Robbie nodded, a mocking look on his face. "Glory is important, but it's not everything. There are things far more important than glory."

Tirion Fordring stared at Robbie in surprise, awaiting Robbie answer.

Robbie counted on his fingers. "Having enough to eat, having dignity, sneaking up on people, deceiving, concealing, scheming, eliminating hidden dangers, and eliminating potential enemies—all of these are more important than glory."

Robbie remembered that High Saurfang the Great, the symbol of Orcs honor, once ambushed Malfurion in a battle and said, "A dishonorable blow, I apologize, my attack was utterly dishonorable..."

Robbie had a strong urge to sneak up on Saurfang the Great from behind, hoping to smash his brains in and then say, "A dishonorable blow, I apologize, my attack was utterly dishonorable..."

Afterwards, Robbie will also be elevated to the status of a symbol of human glory...

Therefore, the glory of any race should be judged by what it does, not by what it says.

What you constantly talk about isn't glory; it's hypocrisy.

There's an old Chinese saying, "To be a prostitute and still want to erect a memorial arch."

The Orcs' glory is nothing more than a superficially glamorous facade.

Their actions have always been contrary to honor.

Tirion Fordring looked approving. "Good, I like this straightforward style, decisive, concise, and unpretentious. Cheers to our cooperation."

Just as the two raised their glasses, the wind chimes inside the thatched hut rang.

"Damn it, damn it, when will these Argent Dawns ever stop?"

Tirion Fordring, enraged, cursed and apologized to Robbie, "Honorable messenger, please remain silent here. I will attend to this unpleasant guest and return shortly."

Tirion Fordring stood up, and in the instant he turned around, his glamorous formal attire was gone, replaced by a simple farmer's outfit.

The speed at which they change clothes is dazzling! Is this some kind of one-click outfit change?

Tirion Fordring pressed a button on the table, and Robbie looked out the window as the five-story-high luxurious Castle gradually disappeared from view.

The visitors were a strange combination: a human and an Orcs.

"Wow, there really are hermits here! The Argent Dawn didn't lie to us!" The human man exclaimed excitedly, gesturing wildly; he was clearly a novice just starting out.

The Orcs Warrior cautiously surveyed his surroundings, displaying a degree of wariness. Unfortunately, his rough gait and clumsy movements revealed him to be a novice adventurer.

Tirion Fordring feigned weakness and called out loudly, "Adventurers, please stop your hurried steps and help a poor old man!"

"Wow, wow, a quest! Finally, a quest!" The young human ran excitedly to Tirion Fordring. "Grandpa, don't be afraid, we're good people, we're willing to help you."

Tirion Fordring coughed. "Race does not represent honor, human or Orcs. As long as you stay on my farm, please remember and respect this belief."

"... There's still a lot to do... If you're willing to stay here, then I hope you can do something to prove your worth... You can start with the Plague Hound and their pups."

"Why kill the Plague Hound and their pups?" The young human looked puzzled. "They were so cute and adorable."

Tirion Fordring was taken aback, wondering how he could have encountered such an unreliable adventurer. He explained, "These Plague Hound are too noisy; they're seriously affecting my Sleep."

"Old man, that's not right of you."

The young man began to lecture Tirion Fordring: "You can't kill the Plague Hound just because they're disturbing your Sleep. That's wrong. I'll teach you a trick: you can plug their ears with strips of cloth."

Tirion Fordring was a little confused. Not wanting to engage in pointless arguments with his junior, he continued, "Evil creatures roam here. Even ordinary creatures have turned into ferocious man-eating beasts. I beg you to go and kill those murderers who attack innocent people from the sky, the Plague Bats."

"Old man, you're wrong again," the young man admonished once more. "The Plague Bats attack innocent people because we've invaded their territory. They're acting in self-defense. Killing them for that is wrong."

Tirion Fordring took a deep breath, reminding himself to stay calm and not to stoop to the level of a young punk. "Young man, where did you get these strange ideas from?"

The young man stared wide-eyed at Tirion Fordring in disbelief:

"Old man, isn't that what you said? Race doesn't represent honor. Plague Hound and Plague Bats are also respectable races, and they deserve the right to live."

The Orcs behind him, with a simple and honest face, nodded in agreement.

Tirion Fordring was annoyed. Where did this pair of oddballs come from? Since that's how it is, he'd better find a way to get rid of them so he wouldn't get angry looking at them.

Robbie was overjoyed. These two adventurers were interesting; if used properly, they could buy enough time.

Robbie stretched out his right hand and grabbed forward, secretly using a trick.

The human man's expression suddenly changed, and he clutched his stomach. "Ouch, that hurts! I must have eaten something bad. Old man, where's the outhouse?"

After a long while, the human man returned from the latrine, and the Orcs's stomach started acting up again.

The two of them struggled back and forth seven or eight times, until their legs were so weak they could barely stand up.

"Old man, if you really can't make it, could you please stay here for the night? Don't worry, we'll pay you." The young man replied seriously, "Race doesn't define honor; those of the same race should help each other and never abandon one another."

Tirion Fordring: "..."

Robbie nodded. This time was more than enough to buy them enough to demolish the Castle.